Some musings from September 2013
Men so close to death, and women so close to life.
It’s the words we breath, the thoughts that linger.
It’s the way we see the world, through means of the definite,
Or through rose colored glasses.
With the defined, deathly code of a straight-on approach,
Men are invincible, brave, and heroic.
But I worry, since that’s quite a bit to put on someone’s shoulders.
So with the brio and zip of a song bird, I sing,
To bring you back to life.